
I have nothing better to do but write what I'm writing now.
Even tho I'm tried I'm up, staying awake.
Why I'm doing this I cant be sure, but my words will lay in my wake.
I seem to be in a poetic mood, so poetry I will write.
And so the poem you so wondering about shall lay to the right.
So go's my own creed.
But when I say this, most really don't know what I mean.
I take things you cant see.
Things most don't know are there.
But I assure that they are there, and I mean to take them dear.
...."So how is it that you can feel so safe?"
I ask you in all truth.
I told you anything could be stolen.
I warned you thus far.
But still you pushed on.
taking nothing to heart
Taking the time, you read this.
Pushing on and on.
So as your eyes draw closer to the end of this little thought.
I ask you now what it is you think I stole.
I ask you now if you think I've reached my goal?
Do you think I've got what I sought to get?
I'm sure you'll find the answer to be a vary simple yes.
So what did I take?
It should be simple to deduce.
I only have one more thing to say, and thats thank you for you time.

And I know you dont want to upset him.





